Grandmother M far beyond sacred spiritual mentor to one Red Sun, for she was also a Sacred Spiritual Advisor, Savior, Spiritual Teacher, Guardian and Protector to countless numbers of people. Yes, in truth, one amazing person whose persona awakened people to the realization of their sacredness to universal life. A sacred savior who walked in the sainthood of unique saints on par with Sister Teresa, and Pope John Paul II, however, her sacred journey was the forerunner, of the two most recognized saintly people of the last-half of 20th Century. Grandmother M was a sacred spiritual savior in the first-half of the 20th Century. Yes, the people in many parts of the world perceived her, in the same light that Red Sun learned to perceive the one whose life she saved on numerous occasions.

The reason I say around the world has to do with all the calls and visits she received from
around the world asking her for guidance and prayers. No matter where we went, where we stopped across this nation, strangers to Red Sun, would go out of there way, for they felt it their duty to tell Red Sun and everyone else in hearing range about how wonderful Grandmother M was. A woman the majority of people (even Priest) referred to with respect using endearing supportive adjectives to their noun: Sacred Mother, Saintly Guardian, Spiritual Teacher, Saint M, or Sacred Mother M the Saint. If I had a penny for all the times they spoke of and called her Sacred Mother M, it would have help me remember the number of times people would give witness to how grateful they were she came into their lives and maybe I would have been rich, but I doubt it.

Those that gave witness would speak of her greatness and the blessings they received by her prayers and sacred spiritual touch. The Sacred Mother provide the foundation I
build my life on, but my path was not the same as hers, for the Era of Sacred Guardian Light, has changed to Sacred Spiritual Guardian Warriors. We are currently in the era of darkness foretold in Revelations. The Green Serpent and Red Serpent are actively seeking the destruction of humanity.

Grandmother M not only a saintly spiritual mother of the peoples, who was an herbalist, sacred medicine woman and complete spiritual healer of spirit, mental, and physical
being, she was a spiritual teacher and sacred guardian. Born on the Ojibwa
reservation in the late 1800’s in Nebraska where her training began at an early age and continued into her teenage years, under the guidance of sacred spiritual/medicine elders.

At three years of age, the elders became aware she was one of the chosen for them to teach and guide. Awareness began with messages from the Sacred Ones she delivered combined with certain spiritual skills she exhibited; awaken the spiritual medicine elders to her. The guardians and spiritual guides expanded her training, every day and year of her life, since she was one of a handful considered truly sacred. What happened to the students of her sacred teachers’ that ranged in age between one-hundred and eighty years, when she was a young student? What I did learn about her training and the training of her teachers who were the eldest of the sacred spiritual medicine elders, all began training around the same age, three, or four. They began their training with the eldest of sacred spiritual
medicine elders, until time to learn from others. This was the way to continue
with the sacred knowledge of the ancients, forward to help the people.

Unfortunately, people who had no knowledge of the sacred universe feared the sacred teachings, and the unknowing taught many to fear and hate the sacred ways of our people.
Laws had been in place to punish anyone that followed the sacred traditions, indigenous
cultures, and teachings. Along with the way people treated Indigenous Natives off the reservations. Only a few had the courage to learn the ways of the whites and keep the sacred indigenous fire of our ancestor traditions. Few accepted the ways of the ancients while others cared to learn sacred wisdom, and maintain sacred spiritual knowledge, which covered more than a few herbal medicines. In many ways, I wish the reservation, remained in Nebraska, but the Dust Bowl closed the reservation and its people displaced.

Grandmother M’s name will never be found in any history book, or in any book of “Who’s Who”, but her name and spirit could be found in the hearts of thousands who loved and cared for her dearly. Thousands out of respect called her Mother or Grandmother M, too. Although, in truth most people who knew her, believed she was a Heavenly Messenger or Sacred Mother sent to them by the Sacred Father. Others believed she was some sort of
an Angel, Saint, or Savior, because she was the pivoting point in their lives. One simple woman known to hundreds of thousands, as Sacred Mother M and Savior never wrote a book or held any political office, nor was she a movie star. Grandmother M was never a paid Foreign Ambassador of Record but she was an unofficial Ambassador of Goodwill, everywhere she went. Mainly because, she always believed one person could make a difference and she wasn’t afraid to take on the challenge. Regardless, to the people who really knew her, what really mattered to them, she was a very important and special part of their lives.

She had a special type of spiritual motivation, respect, and ability to help people, plus she had a special knack for gathering much needed support and supply from others, along with being their goodwill ambassador. Notwithstanding, her greatest extraordinary ability everyone should have . . . completely blind to a person’s color, race, and nationality. She
treated everyone equal with the same life courtesy, respect, love, and caring, wherever she went. She did not judge or assume anything beyond the best of each individual for no matter what one did with their life or in their past their present is what matters. Through her eyes, she taught me, we are all equal in the eyes of the Sacred Ones and the Eternal Father of Light and Life. For only he knows his reason for the different cultures, nationalities, colors and races. (My personal opinion, it makes it easier when people are praying to keep track of them and to teach all throughout the universe . . . eternal love and
tolerance.)

Grandmother M gave life to Red Sun

Born to one and raised by another since my spiritual life did not begin at her side, only developed at a more rapid pace after spiritual guardians called Grandmother M, to rescue Red Sun, an infant of less than a year, from those that accepting pay to kill the child and mother. Several things worked in favor of not ending Red Sun’s life: One, a priest involved
in the break-in received inspiration from a vision to place Red Sun in Grandmother M’s hands. It seems the priest went on the raid of pain and death to ensure the Jesuits, Red Sun was no longer a threat. He wrapped the Red Sun in a death bundle wrap, before going outside and placing the infant in Grandmother M’s hands. Second her and the priest arranged to steal me away from the killers of my relations, before the killers plotted to enter the home and kill all necessary, prior to ending my life and breathe.

First rescue signaled the beginning of many survival struggles and embraced in her protective barriers against dead, considering death challenged the two of five times
before her crossing. The second incident occurs when jealousy tosses Red Sun
into the bathtub; Grandmother M received a vision during lunchtime and left
work to drive more than halfway across Fresno, to rescue one child under water.

History, of the second rescue of Red Sun which caused temporary death, was created by her daughter who was filled with dark angry, hatred, and jealousy, so she throw me in a
bathtub and drown me. For whatever her reasons after holding me under water for five minutes, until she considered me dead. My lungs filled with water, my heart stopped, and I wanted to learn how to breathe the oxygen out of the water. Once I stopped moving, jealousy left me in the bathtub long enough for jealousy to smoke several cigarettes and enjoy a fresh pot of coffee, she brewed after leaving me face down in the water.

The Sacred Mother of the Roses, held me in her arms waiting for Grandmother M, to arrive and pull me from the bathtub. The Sacred Mother told me it was not my time to cross because thousands of lives depended on me and they would perish needlessly without me. Yes, the combination of spirit-guides, Sacred Mother of Roses aka Sacred Mother of the Sacred Son of Light Eternal, who summonsed and assisted Grandmother M to restore my life possessed the ability to fooled those that sought my death. Okay, my
crossing was only temporarily, but it gave me a great deal of insight and some wonderful lessons. Truth, I enjoyed meeting the Sacred Mother of the Roses, she held me in her arms and refused to let me cross beyond the vortex of temporary crossing, surrounded by a few of my guardians, which became the first time I heard my prime directive, spoken by the Sacred Ones.

Crossing Ceremony a Major Declaration of Love

If one did not know her, the appearance of millions of flowers, and so many special arrangements, said the truth to all . . . this
was a great person. However, besides flowers people sent money help to pay for the additional materials required for the gathering. The millions of flowers cleaned out every florist within a two-hundred miles radius, of Fresno. Nevertheless,
one of the best expression and examples of sacred love and respect: could not only be sensed in the hearts, but via the faces and hands of over a hundred people, who spent three days and nights, weaving a floral tapestry, a storyteller history to honor her teachings, for within their heart this became their way to honor her.

October 1953, not too long after we moved back to Fresno, California, I came of age the hour Grandmother M transformed from a Sacred Grandmother into a Sacred Saint and
Spiritual Guardian: which changed her from Red Sun’s mentor, guardian, teacher, guide, protector, and lifesaver (numerous times), from the hour she embraced me until the Sacred Ones summonsed her across to become a Sacred Elder.

By profession Grandmother M, worked with the American Red Cross and Salvation Army, USO, missionary, migrate worker and a wonderful sacred spiritual cook. The way she cooked she gave it a sacred healing power, which helped heal the heart, mind, and spirit of those that enjoyed her cooking. This information a few priest and nuns related: No matter
how many came to partake of her cooking there was always enough food with food
leftovers. It seems no matter how sick a person was in heart, mind, or spirit after they had partaken of a couple sacred spiritual meals she cooked, each person began to reveal signs of a sacred healer influencing their lives.

Many declared Grandmother M their mortar, if not their cornerstone of life, she gave them inner-strength, and spiritual guidance, for in many and/or unique ways she saved countless people from starvation—spiritually and physically—prior to, and during depression era, as well as, WW II. She helped many survive, through and by using spiritual
awareness; thus her teachings gave them spiritual strength, and guidance; which
gave them inner-strength to help save their lives and the lives of many more.

It seems her gifts did multiply in wondrous ways, for what she gave one, they shared with others, and the power grew. [Today many lives indirectly own their lives to her and many more received help from agencies she inspired others to
create.]

To casual observers, who were not aware of Grandmother M, observing the number of people, preparing for and/or attending her honoring ceremony and services, they would have assumed her a VIP, Foreign Ambassador, Diplomat, Head of State, or someone
outstandingly famous. In truth, she was a very humble person, but in the hearts of thousands she was an Ambassador of Goodwill. One uniquely special person, who proved far more than an important part of their lives; okay she was not outstandingly famous, in the universal Who’s Who registry, but one of the most sacred in the spiritual registry of universal life. Interesting how each one, in their own way, for reasons of their own, had to attend personally pay their most humbled admirations and give her the numerous sacred gift of love and respect they also carried from others, who traveled through each ambassador in spirit.

People for centuries have said a person’s sacred gathering at the time of his/her
crossing, is a testimonial to the way each person lived his/her life; and how said
person impacted the lives of others, if this is so the gathering to honor Grandmother M’s sacred crossing spoke universal volumes. In truth, each person who journeyed to her crossing ceremony, proved each one, in truth, a sacred ambassador, a sacred voice and one spirit equaled to hundreds and even thousands of other personalities, who unable to attend. Each ambassador came with sacred spiritual love, and reverence, with a sacred humbleness. In truth, each ones journey became a test filled personal sacrifice; which added enrichment to their spiritual journey of sincere admirations. Slow moods of transportation in the 50’s required several extra days before two services for the Sacred Mother could take place. Family and city wanted to allow people time to complete their
important journey, knowing many were enduring great hardship, to travel from
distant lands for her honoring ceremonies.

For those of you who are not aware of environmental conditions, it was a time before televisions in one out of every five homes. What few televisions were in homes only received a couple of channels, which televised six to eight hours each day, and then only
in black and white. However, most areas and nations had no concept of what television was or how it worked other than a word for an electric box that captured pictures from waves. Newspapers carried most of the information and news in print, while certain people could communicate with wireless aka shortwave radios. Most people sent telegraphs, and/or snail mail, and only made urgent phone calls outside their local area, so the average people seldom made long distant phone calls; since telephone calls for the average person was expensive. Most people only watched and learned international news from newsreels in theaters. Airplanes, meant a few days sooner, but they did took days to get people from point A to B rather than hours.

The harshness of travel during the early 1950s did not prove easy on the people making the journeys. In fact few peopl, in this day and age, are able to comprehend or even remember these days, but most suffered a great deal to make it to her crossing ceremonies. The majority of people traveled day and night, on trains, in cramped cars, in campers, a few chartered buses, some traveled by numerous forms of transportation. Some took horse and buggy, and/or boat to plane, along with many other types of transportation to get on a plane, which still required several flights, with numerous lay overs, while some were lucky enough to only travel by a few modes of transportation, or catch a couple of flights. Their journeys and the amount of suffering most endured became a very powerful testimony of her sacredness and importance to the people her life touched.

Each ambassador was the personification of volumes, equal to hundreds or thousands of
individuals, each. Those who for any number of reasons were not able to attend the crossing services donated money so their elected ambassador could carry their sacred message of love. Ambassadors in attendance arrived with sacred love from every state, reservation, nation, and country, around this planet. The guest book recorded over 5,000 people that had managed to attend and the countless places they came from to attend her crossing ceremony, along with list of people each ambassador represented; to honor one so dear to them.

Honestly, I can say I was stunned when I started talking to people and learned many had
journeyed from places like Cape Cod, South Africa, Japan, Italy, England, China, Australia, Philippines, Mexico, South America, Central America, Germany, Iceland, Australia, Greenland, Alaska, Hawaii, and Canada, and many countries from around the world and Africa. What I found even more interesting are the many heads of state arrived from the Polynesian Islands and the Philippines, too. The list included a couple from Russia, along with hundreds of points all across the United States.

The planning for the services required more than a family involvement, this required the mayor and city council involvement, for they had to restrict the number of ambassadors unless; we took the services out of Fresno to San Francisco or Los Angeles football stadiums. Yet, everyone felt a football stadium would not have been a respectful place for Grandmother M. Fresno could only handle four-thousand, which still would require every
hotel and motel to over book and still everyone that knew Mother M, also opened
their homes to accommodate more of her friends, even floors at a couple of
ballrooms were completely booked, until no one could handle any more.

Another one of her longtime friends, the Head of the Catholic Diocese for the Fresno area, offered the largest church in town, however, it could accommodate approximately four-thousand inside for her services, which meant loud speakers in the outer rooms for
people to listen to the services. Nevertheless, family needed to add bleachers outside to accommodate the overflow, along with placing additional loud speakers around the church. Regardless, the day of the services the available room in the church and on the bleachers was not enough seats to accommodate all that arrived, which meant this left many standing outside, in the aisles, along with other had to stand among the floral tapestry journey, set up for those who arrive to honor one sacred woman’s crossing.

Yes, the hundreds of thousands of flowers in thousands of floral arrangements from countless people, hard to know whom and what count of those in attendances sent these arrangements, and how many of these arrangements were from how many not in attendance. With so many flora designs and the countless amount of flowers used in the flora tapestry, made it hard to know from whom and where did the flowers came from . . . those attending or how many of the thousands not able to attend.

Card count said over three-thousand floral arrangements for five times that many who sent money. The walls of the church appeared covered with thousands upon thousands of flowers, with thousands more were surrounding the outside of the church, too. Thankfully, someone or several managed to take charge and handle the massive amount of floral arrangements covering every inch of the church, except for walkways, seating area, and essential space requirements, inside and outside the church.

This child standing in the middle of the church staring-up at them could not help but wonder how they had managed to stack so many floral arrangements a good ten feet high, in rows, up against the walls. This gave me the sensation of reaching high towards Heaven to Honor my Grandmother M, honestly, there were more than enough floral arrangements to fill every inch of space in the church, leaving no room for people to walk or sit.

Roses Parade style of floral tapestry spoke of her favorite life lessons. River of Life a full woven tapestry of flowers covering the entire back of the bleachers, and even more taking people on a floral journey: along a River of Life Journey, on life’s river that flows, widens and narrows, twists and turns. During this journey one takes one arrives at different places for reflection with flora storyboard to honor Grandmother M’s reflection, which helped to guide people on their spiritual journey. The entire river of life guides one on a journey all the way around and into the church. In the church, the floral river carries one up to a beautiful sculptured angel. It gave one the sensation of sacred love and blessings, besides the attendance of ambassadors. One arrives to witness a wondrous sacred flora angel standing above and keeping watch over Sacred Mother M, standing with her hands in pray, at her feet.

Floral Tapestry presented a sacred river sent forth from the rising sun, cradled in the scared mountains of our Earth Mother. Their combination of forces joined in a sacred
way to create and bring life forth into the sacred River of Life. The Sun represented the Sacred Light Eternal of the Father who is the Highest of the Most High. The Father joined forces with Earth our Sacred Mother.

The two sacred forces of our life send its love and blessing forth across the land representing her sacred River of Life. The floral river takes one on a journey all around the grounds, behind the church, around the other side and guides one into the church, up to two Guardian Angels standing over and looking into the coffin. Something in that journey helped uplift, enlighten,
and bless the spirits all that took the journey.

Whereas the outside of the church, was a wonderment to me, how they laid out and designed her teachings with all the floral arrangements, giving one the impression they were walking up and down through a beautiful floral garden while experiencing ones spiritually life journey. All the different rows of floral arrangements extended in rows
covering the entire church grounds, minus the walkways and driveway. However, some had taken the time to arrange and organize a massive floral arrangement on the back of the bleachers in such a manner, it looked like a waterfall of flowers beautifully flowing from the top of the bleachers to the ground and the rest took us on the Sacred River of Life Journey.

Pivot point not all experiences do we readily realize their sacred life lessons:

Spirits are eternal and made up of eternal energy of light and life, I had been the last one allowed to view her physical form, in the coffin. Wow, did I start to cry, because she was gone and I would no longer have her guidance, with only a few left in the church, she and two others make their presences known. Someone popped me upside the back of my head from a spirit hand, and awaken my spirit to hear her calling my name. I looked to my
left to witness her standing beside me dressed in the same manner as on her form, with two Guardian Angels dressed in suits standing on either side of her. They had allowed Grandmother M to spend a few minutes with me in spirit and private.

Grandmother M did all the talking:

Red Sun, now I want you to stop that crying you are not crying for me you are crying for your loss of me and that is not fair. I
cannot move on to where I need to go until you accept my crossing and release me to take my sacred journey. Know it was my time and you will never be alone you will receive several more sacred guardians, protectors, teachers and mentors that will help you learn and complete your lessons to become the one
you are here to become.

From what I see, ahead for you they are going to need to send a village. My earthly journey has changed to sacred guardian. Your journeys are still ahead of you and remember thousands of lives depend on you or hundreds of thousands will perish needlessly. Know this my child . . . I have always loved you and I always will love you, my sacred child, Red Sun.

The guardians beside her explained, she needed to make many stops and it was time for them to travel. M bend down gave me a kiss on my left cheek, and they flew away. I stopped crying and moaning for her, my spirit knew it was her time to go and help the
masses for she had earned her place among the High Council of Sacred Mothers. Over
the next couple of days I did receive several maybe ten or more guardian teachers, guides, lesson givers and tricksters to help me learn many valuable lessons, and the teachings were pure, without distortion. They came to take her place to watch after and take care of me. Life lessons, adventures, journey and experiences, I will be writing about and
taking you and numerous from early years to current experiences and journeys.

Sacred Secret Life of Grandmother M’s foundation that enhanced her spiritual life journey:

A spiritual guide, sacred guardian, missionary teacher, and sacred healer,
inasmuch as, she was and is among the few who obtain the sacred oneness.

After the Ojibwa teachers, during her life journey she learned and shared with a
number of truly loved, honored and sacred spiritual medicine elders.

Her journey took her across many Southwest and Northwest reservations and back to the North Dakota, South Dakota, and Montana Reservations
where she rescued me.

Her life journey life and taught portions of countless generations of elders
lives of sacred traditions, visions, and spiritual guidance based on
experiences linked to values, visions/visitation combined with past and
current eternal spirit life imparting insights and awareness.

The basic lessons she learned from the sacred spiritual medicine elders, based
her daily life on spiritual values of helping others with dreams to make
this a better place when she left.

Spiritual truth, she used the traditional ways to guide and teach.

She based her faith in prayers, since truth comes in understanding through and
beyond visions.

Life experiences take one on journeys of adventure, which awakens one to
inner-abilities to receive the gifts of truth.

Once individuals learn to connect with ones sacred eternal spirit and
spirit-heart amazing things can happen, life combine values of spiritual
influences learns with sacred universal knowledge, and spiritual physics to
travel on many levels.

However, she enjoyed working with the Red Cross and Salvation Army, helping people regain their self-respect and assisting in the guidance of people on their
journey of awakening to obtain their true inner worthiness and abilities.

She was not my biological Grandmother M, but the one that received several
visions to rescue Red Sun, guard, protect, and teach in the child in
sacred/spiritual medicine ways.

Life was interesting learning at her knee, through the eyes of others, and by
her side.

Many things one can only interpret, via experience filters, each one an interactive connection with ones total being, sacred spirit-heart, and eternal-spirit quickly connects each to ones sacred family of ancestors and relations. Each connection means all directions of sacred universal knowledge are void of spiritual/universal—time/space
separation, which links all to oneness of past, present and future relations.

Hey I am older than fifty-five and still cannot understand, why and the reason for my
journey here, which I have received the same message during a number of visitations and visions. The second time, spirit left its form temporarily, when I fell three-story into sandy earth.

Remember,the expression of Walking on Water; pure faith and Grandmother M, is the only person I, actually did witness on numerous occasions, walk above the ground, and not touch the leaves, paper, or roses pedals. One of her sacred gifts . . . the Gift of Faith’s Sacred Walks, above earth and water, each time she finished praying for others, revealed sacred spiritual proof of her prayers and faith. Actually, I have not heard of the gift other than reading about Jesus Christ and some Tibetan Monks that could walk above this earth, but I have not witnessed.

The first couple of times, at five years of age, I can remember not believing what my eyes
witnessed, so I researched ways to determine, if truth or imagination. A friend’s parents that wanted to know gave me dried rose pedals and onionskin paper to put down across her path. After she moved across, not one pedal moved or did she imprinted any type of impression 200 lbs. on the roses or onionskin paper.

The second time we choice to place wheat flour designs on top of new onionskin paper. After she crossed over the paper, neither displacement of flour nor disruption of designs,
nor any imprints on any of the one-hundred sheets of paper we put down and reviewed wearing cloth gloves, which Leo’s mother gave us to use. Beyond the sheets of paper, we witnessed no deposit of flour, or footprints touched any place beyond the paper.

This amazing expression of spiritual love and physics I experienced with her was part of her healing powers. Truth, many other people observed her spirit walks, at various times, which was one among many amazing experiences, and factors of spiritual purification and healings for life improvements, the receivers recognized they received from a true Heavenly Saint, not a pretender.

One side effect:

We cook much together, yet she taught me numerous lessons, for the food and cooking could carry many lessons and the medicines in the food, helped to heal: spirit, mind, body, and heart. However, after her crossing my misplaced love and emptiness I drowned in cooking and eating food. I felt the more I could eat the closer she was to me when I cooked to fill my empty spirit and heart. All I cook I ate and gained a hundred and twenty-five pounds, in less than a year. Yes, I came close to eating my spirit and body to death; since she left I thought I walked alone. For a time I failed to realize the major lesson I experienced the day of her crossing. Yet, not until I could face the pain and stop the weight gain, did spiritual growth and awareness catch up with my weight gain.

Not until the
weight gain completed its purpose, and the time turned right for loss of weight, which then began to take me on another strange journey. Interesting, how even in the losing of weight gain pain, I was also able to release such great pain and replace it with even greater spiritual insight. For the journey to lose weight became a series of strange adventures. During the slimming down, I quickly learned how jealous the daughter of Grandmother M really had become of a teenager. Once again I stood alone, and facing her jealousy, many great life lessons, and spiritual awareness increased shapely with every ounce lost.

On my true eighteenth birthday, I began to blubbered for three days and nights solid, and
I have not cried again. After my three days of tears that emptied and cleansed my heart and spirit of all sorrow, hurt, anger and pain I heard the sacred drums calling me home to meet with the Great Spirit, Sacred Mother of the People and my relations. Four days consecutively, Sacred Father the Holiest of Mothers and the Sacred Council of the Holiest of Archangel Chiefs called to stand with them during sacred ceremonies, then my bedroom wall they had turned into a portal to the Sacred Realm. Then Grandmother M had received a summons, to attend, as well.

Section Five:

Review of Disasters Spiritual

&

Universal
Influences

Sacred Angel waves his hand the windows close and we journey on into another area where the (Highest of the Highest of Light of Life Eternal) Golden Choir of Sacred Angels’ are not allowed to enter for it would hurt the spirit of the Sacred Universe. The darkness and pain, is too much for them to be touched by, since they are the purist of beginnings. Yet, others within the Sacred Father Universe, the Archangels Realms’ of guardians, guides, teachers, protectors warrior guardians and warrior angels. Then there are the spiritual warrior angels. They have certain abilities that can help others and they are the ones who work on many levels in various areas . . . .

SunHawk:

You need to understand a little more before the next phase of your universal experiences. “Yet, out of the great loses, are people forced to awaken, but out of the small ones, too. Maybe now halfway around the world another nation will find resurrection from subjugation, too. Then, maybe, (nothing is for sure,) after that in a short amount of time, all nations will realize they must come together and work together. IF NOT, they will condemn countless nations including their own, lack of love, caring and insight will affect all humanity within this and several more decade: casting the world into darkness in addition the violence will lay to waste lands given to humanity in love by the Sacred Father. What will be instead of life is mass destruction.

Even now there are those who proclaim themselves his
disciple or prophets who themselves have been misled, for many serve the Devil of their own freewill, but others are deceived into following the Evil’s children. Know a person’s heart and spirit, and you will know the many who see life and the world in colors of selfish greed, darkness, hatred and death, while others see life in colors of love and compassion.

Fear those who proclaim themselves the one true leader of the people or say all others are wrong. Watch out for those who say, ‘It’s not our problem.’ OR ‘We don’t need to get involved.’ These are the ones who see
life in colors of laziness and who will suffer death onto others for they walk in a sprit filled with selfish pride, fear and hate. They are the ones who give control over to the few who take pleasure in the many ways they can mislead and destroy all of humankind.

Remember, many wars and battles are fought without guns or violence, but with love, compassion and understanding, and in other cases standing strong together shoulder to shoulder against darkness, repression and evil. Truth and light will emerge when the majority stop being afraid and decide to work together to bring about balance and harmony. Only then can rosebushes of love, grow among the palm trees of peace. Learn the symbolism?”

Sacred Angel:

SunHawk if you done being . . . it’s time we leave the heart of . . . and see the indirect connections to the twin towers. We need to go onwards and upwards, we have many journeys for Red Sun to experience: which
we hope will supply explanations to the why and what’s important for . . . Hopefully Red Sun you’ll gain the understanding we’ve been sent to guide you though.

Red Sun:

What can be done about all of those cries broadcasting
such pain from entire families and children who lost family members in the World Trade Center?” Even in the sounds of machines pounding, dogs hunting, people shouting, and all the other equipment digging, removing, cutting and searching, it was not hard to sense, experience and feel the pain of too many. Is there anything you can do to help them right this minute?

Sacred Angel:

NO! There are many and that is not my assignment. You hear the spirits of the children crying out in pain, yes. Know what you hear are the cries of the children from around the world. The visions you have witnessed
provides you with insight into a few of the causes. Now one can say this is a time of evil unleashed, a time when great darkness of death, pain and destruction has been given the power to be. Life now is the seasons of bad winters leading to the ruination because evil was unleashed and accepted by those who see life in colors of ruination, hate, anger and darkness. Know the hearts, spirits, and attitudes of people will decide the balance.

However, akin to the ruination of winter coming the sun will bring, new awakenings, new life, life renewed, as well as, the gift of renewed awareness. If all of humanity is willing to carry humankind into spring: when all of humanity comes together with the determination to find similarities and overcome differences, the sun will over power the darkness.

Red Sun:

Sounds to me what you’re describing humanity should do is work at life in the way a husband and wife need to work at life: it takes work to make a good relationship, strong marriage, wise friendship and spiritual bond.

SunHawk:

In truth, current conditions should be perceived by all as the sword of many edges, one can’t say the Sacred Father allowed the tears of destruction because he sent warnings: it is up to humanity to stop the devastation. Yet, evil has blinded many; the Sacred Father cried out: [People hear my words wake-up. People for too long have you allowed evil to grow, freewill and freedom of choice are not in the hands of your guardians. Blame rest on the shoulders of all. This is what happens, when people turn their back and declare the problems of others are not their problems. People lie to themselves and the world when they blind their eyes and say the illnesses of others are none of their concern.]

Know this the loss of life will prove not to be in vain. From among the children whose voices cry out in pain now, will come several, who will come together to bring flavors of harmony to mankind. They too wonder where
the Spirit of Christmas is, what they too don’t understand the spirit shines first from within . . . . The Sacred Father has not abandoned anyone.

Remember, He Who Is the Light, is the bearer of love, life, lessons and light. He can also be the giver of life anew. Secret: The ruination of humankind walks in the disgust of Religious/Righteous Indignation; watch the lies and be on guard. Deception is tricky until humankind comes together with resolve . . . to overcome their differences rid all conditions that leads to . . . terrorism and repression. Then and only then can it be said, lives lost and blood spilled was not in vain.

If humanity chooses to work together; from among the children, whose voices cry out in pain, will one day come those, who will demonstrate the knowledge to awaken a blueprint for great balance with harmony
to mankind. Knowledge alone is not enough. Civilization must choose to implement the sacred blueprint by working together. This blueprint will not come through the leaders of the world, but from the hearts of the mothers and children of the world.”

Red Sun:

Strange how some of these things you speak of now Medicine Elders, Spiritual Leaders, Chiefs and many World Leaders have received the same visions if not taken on journeys to witness and see the same thing many years passed.

SunHawk:

Woman (my other half) the Sacred Angel motions for us to continue our journey we had traveled but a ways. “Listen! All around the world, people of all faiths wonder where, the Sacred Spirit of their beliefs has gone. What they don’t understand is the spirit is within each of us, human and angels alike, all the time. Most people don’t awaken this sacred spirit except on certain occasions, which you are guilty of too Red Sun. Yet it is always within each and every one nor has the Sacred Father abandoned anyone, but many abandon the spirit within that allows him to come to them.”

Sacred Angel:

Listen and you can hear, fathers mourn, mothers weep and children pray through their tears. “Red Sun, what’s really important on this journey: is to become aware of the inner-spirits, faith, strength and hearts of people as we journey.”

What you hear is only a small portion of what is heard all across the land and around the world each second. We hear millions upon millions of tearful prayers from those who experience, hopeless despair. Truth is painful for hearts: but cries have grown stronger for the first time in a number of years, an abnormal number sense there is nothing . . . but death left for them. Tears are flowing stronger and longer with the increase in cries of despair grow louder!

SunHawk:

We hear hearts wondering where they may find the real spirit of living life let alone [Spirituality of Christmas]. Excluding the hearts of many who have given up, because they say the darkness has gotten too strong, for them to deal with. Now let the prayers provide strength of awareness during this season people should be gathering in numbers to pray for the spiritual wisdom to awaken the light of life, but instead they hide their faces and hearts.

August 4/5 1961: Not sure, where the guardians wanted us, on which beach, but they required we take this journey of faith, since we both realized we would know the place, when we get there. Early predawn Saturday morning, we took off on a drive along the Southern California coastline searching for the right stretch or acreage of beach line. We took off dressed in clothes and the car the Cheyenne couple loaned us, with hair braided by them to appear to observers, it was the Cheyenne couple in the rode to a social, lunch basket in hand. However, the basket had changes of clothes. We figured if they deployed SunHawk across the Pacific, or wherever, we needed to train our spirits to skip across the waters, on the sun’s rays and touch each other with spiritual\telepathic communicative mediums.

We drove from Burbank to San Monica, then turned south and followed the coastline south to San Diego, for our first stop. Cooled off in the water by body surfing, no matter how hard we wanted it, everything felt wrong and absence of spiritual balance. “Not the right beach or time. We did a turnabout, on a northward journey, during a journey to check out numerous beaches until we ended up in Santa Barbara. We checked out more than twenty beaches, traveling up the coastline between San Diego and San Barbara, around 1400 hours, none of our guides spoke to us.

The only impression we received, go trip but now it is time to do another turnabout, and head from San Barbara, and back towards Malibu Pier. Where else from Santa Monica Pier there back to Burbank? No you will know when and where when it is right. Our plans they once again changed, with the call to continue our search for our place in the sand, at water’s edge, our guardians, wanted us to join them and enjoy the sacred beauty of the sun.

Saturday develops into a great day for spiritual to spirits bonding via numerous forms of communications: verbal conversations, pictorial thought-forms, sensory perception, (seeing life environments through the other’s eyes), extrasensory transmissions/reception, through various forms and styles of telepathic communications. We enjoyed a day of wondrous experiences without idle chatter, during our adventure and research inspecting some twenty-five beaches, seeking the beach with the energy that speaks to us . . . none of our day or stops felt close to time wasted.

Yes, the first touch embedded the process of spirit/life bonding; the power became our sacred truth, which continues its amazing gifts, to strengthen our bonding with the movement of the sun and moon. Nevertheless, this day we created a new life of excellent bonding skills, in the convertible with the sun embrace, of two total beings, along Southern California coastline of discovery. We learned we could talk with each other for hours, in relation to anything and/or everything in amazing ways, and not run out of intelligent conversations, each conversation began with one subject, and went on to covering a wide range of subjects.

Strangely wonderful and enlightening when we discovered knowingness touched our consciousness and how comfortable we felt together. Wondrous light shined with great excitement and illumination, within and around us. Enlightenment touched our senses experienced and communicated more on countless sub-levels of mental communication, instead of one level verbal voice.

From Santa Barbara, we turned south, and headed back the way we came; now we are not traveling at a comfortable speed. We sense an increase in intensity, for us to reach the area they had planned for our summons and their reasons to begin what? Searching for to where to answer their call, our stomachs began to shout for attention. The day was closing in on 1900 hours, when we decided on a place to stop for a meal, since we had not considered food since brunch Friday, other than a few cups of coffee. The Paradise Cove Restaurant, sat on the edge of a cliff over the ocean. We chose to sit, by the glass window, which permits people sit over top, the waves breaking on rocks. Strangely enough, where we stopped was only a few hundred yards from Paradise Cove beach entrance. One of from several beaches in the area that closes to the public two-hours prior to sundown, daily; because of patrol factors, tide safety, and dangerous rescues, and they refuse to allow these beaches to open until three hours after sunrise.

From the restaurant, looking across the water, we receive a spirit message and unique awakening; summons which makes our brains more receptive to visions light up, and before long a voice booming in our brains: head to Paradise Cove. During dinner, a suggestion: Why not experiment with one more beach; only one more stop and here we might discover these secret motivations for the spirit calling, before sundown. Faith means you will know it when you find it. Our subconscious spirits receive guardian spirits contact that touches our conscious mind, to let us know we have arrived, at the place assigned. Truth be known, similarly this is how Faith works.

Déjà vu, mental flashes, psychic impressions, visions, and spirit answering summons/challenges similar to or connected with cryptic messages, which one will know when it is right. Nevertheless, few if any messages come with full direct televised visions along with complete instructions or full holographic insight. Callings are only suggestive challenges/summonses not commands, due to Freewill and Freedom of Choice, then other times one does not have Freewill if their prime directive is critical to answer important summonses.

Time for us to steal our way down to Paradise Cove Beach to answer the summons from the Sacred Ones. This meant sneaking past the beach security, after he locked the gate. For protection from prying eyes, we placed our blanket only a few yards away from the cove’s rocky cavern, some fifty-yards from the water, and excellent position to get a great view across the ocean and along the shoreline. This position SunHawk calculates for good protection, and easy fast escape, up the rocks, just in case we fall to sleep and experience extra high tide. Our original plan was to sit there watching the sun go down, so we could share the connection of the sun touching the ocean, and this would be our spiritual connection when he was in Vietnam or wherever.

Interesting common experience, we could not stop our numerous forms of continuous conversations linking an amazing variety of concepts; not sure, how long we chatted when . . . a gentle whispering breeze touches us, with a suggestion: Time to stop talking and listen to Mother Earth sacred conversation with the Sacred Ones. See if your heart and spirit can experience the sun song, when the setting rays meet the ocean, it can be an amazing lifetime experience, but the sun had already set. In the silence of nothing more than waves, we watched the last lights at sunset, slip below the horizon, hoping to hear the last rays of sun’s song traveling below the horizon, but that was not to be for us this day. We could only see the last ray light of the sun drop below the horizon.

We wanted to experience this here, since we had heard the sun singing in the desert and in Hawaii, at sunrise, and once a sunset. We knew on rare occasions one can hear the sun songs signing across horizon, embracing sunrise to sunset, if lucky and one, if found worthy, one might receive a sacred blessing via the experience many will never experience during their entire lifetime. We had hoped to share a sacred experience between us, except we failed to notice the sun slipping below the horizon, only the very last rays, minus the crown of the sun. Even though we missed, earthly horizon sun song, we received an even more amazing—SUN— experience of majestic enlightenment.

Eternal Sacred Light from the Sacred Light of Life Eternal Enlightenment, which delivers several different types of experiences, which combines our awareness of the Sacred Eternal Spiritual Universe, and the truth of the Sacred Ones. Yet, at the same time, we witness many standing within the Sacred Universe of Eternal Light. Seconds after the sun disappears, the darkness of evening arrives, delivering us an amazing outline of a new sacred spiritual adventure. What an invitation to awakening for a greater understanding of physics, quantum physics, and the most sacred of sacred spiritual universes, reality. Yes, breathtaking, to be in the presence of the magnificent Sacred Father, the Holiest of Holy Mother to the People; while we observe the Highest of Highest 12 Sacred Chiefs aka Archangels, Sacred Ones, and many others within the Holiest areas of the Sacred Realms, standing with them. This realm was brilliant, filled light reflections, through the purest of sacred crystals. We noticed all within the eternal light are standing in observation of SunHawk and Red Sun, on the blanket, dressed in western shirts and blue jeans, and summons to come before them.

Strange, wow the shock of this overwhelming. Awakening comes at us with unexpected truths for enlightenment, which took us several seconds to identify and comprehend what opened before us and cloak us within the sacred realm. No dreams, imaginations, or visions can prepare one for such a sacred occasion; causing us to ask why, are they summonsing, two young people on a beach . . . have we died? This most sacred spiritual experience summons us on a very sacred adventure, but why have they summonsed to experience their sacred truth, and understand the sacred universe is real, with the Sacred Father, and Mother, proof to us universal life is eternal. Now I can say the light of the most Sacred Sun provides a unique song of awakenings— what a song to remember within the summonses, one neither expects nor envisions.

Sacred Ones use portal connections for life empowerment strengthens our universal introduction. Sacred Father instantly in his unique way answers countless questions: From when you marry, you will stand be summonsed across to stand before me your Sacred Father, He who is the Highest of the Most High and Light Eternal and none other will I accept or honor, they will died, by me. Explanation of visions, spiritual preparation and our sacred touch, which included our leap-of-faith, they arranged our engagement, and our rendezvous before them on this beach, and more . . . .

Encounter establishes exclusiveness of power, overwhelming interactive communication on all levels of reception, and demonstration of his sacred abilities to work with quantum physics and yes, there is a sacred spiritual universe, for this is no vision or dream, this is one on one connection. Nevertheless, we were both still in awe and somewhat breathless, but agreed to accept the summons.

Omen presence evaporates material structure, earthly environment, and evening lights and transports us on an amazing journey of experiences within the environment Sacred Universe since our time of great changes arrives. Great Spirit aka the Son of the—Sacred Father who is the Sacred Light Eternal aka the Holiest of Most Holy is the Sacred Light of Life Eternal: who is one known by many names included the Highest and Most Sacred Chief of all Chiefs. Now his sacred light eternal, enlightens and illuminates . . . across, above, and encompasses the waters and beach area, called Paradise Cove. Unique power and energy, transported to us through the portal’s opening, instantly link segments of two worlds for a sacred purpose.

Once the sacred illumination completes its full conversion, the Sacred One activates the next portion of their sacred objective and summons, us on a journey. We can observe—a Sacred Ceremonial Island that floats over and above our horizon, water, sand, rocks, and earthen materials, yet apart from our worldly concepts of substances and touches nothing in our material realm.

In a short couple of seconds, our reality confirms, we are not witnessing an illusion, but two universal environments—spiritual and material linked by the one who has the knowledge and ability to open sacred portals, whenever and wherever, he decrees. Paradise Cove portal, his sacred intervention from beginning to end, demonstrates his WILL, awakens us to truth of concepts and the sacred universe, and spiritual connections are real. The portal instills within us sacred powers and gifts for all forms of two-way communicative connections for comprehension of telepathic-communications, and contact with those when and where . . . . No words can express or transmit the total aura of oneness to anyone, who has no experience or lack spiritual knowledge of the Sacred Light Eternal and Sacred Oneness in a universe of eternal spirituality.

[The only thing I can say . . . allow ones spirit to experience his sacred spiritual love, for within . . . is a time of enlightenment, when one first experiences his commanding presences, combined with interactive communication, and inner-personal connection via spiritual interaction touched by sacred power . . . ones spirit weeps in humbleness. The experience opens ones spirit-heart and connects eternal life-spirit, blessed by spiritual love and harmony, which inspires us to ingest spiritual knowledge. ]

Ceremonial Island appears more akin to Saturn northern upper portion, sliced above its outer rings, but with its outer rings, floating below the segment. Viewing the sacred ceremonial presentation, we asked each other if maybe Saturn is the sacred home of our traditional pipestone. The entire sacred ceremonial array contains countless volumes and varieties of rich pipestone: interlaced with turquoise, silver, black hills gold, with an array of pure true crystals inlayed in the pipestone. The center of the ceremonial island contained a double raised dome we learned was the Ceremonial Heart of white marbleized crystal pipestone, with a sacred crown of Black Hills gold, the sacred area. The ceremonial area is the area where only Sacred Ones, appear to have permission to stand.

Now why is the bridge/walkway on a journey extending from the center of Saturn’s heart, in the direction of two-sitting on Paradise Cove’s beach? Once it extends about a third of its distance, from Saturn we witness twelve Chiefs in full traditional dress, standing, six on each side of the traveling bridge/walkway, enjoying the ride. Each positioned in a manor to observe and transmit strong impressions of their current purpose to protect and escort SunHawk and Red Sun back to the Ceremonial Island. When the bridge/walkway arrives in the cove, it stops a short distance above the sand. The spiritual energy of the Sacred Ones cannot touch the physical world, to maintain balance. While this bridge/walkway appears on its journey towards us, we pinched each other, a few times, until the twelve Sacred Chiefs summons us, with great energy and spiritual love, to join them.

We walked hand-in-hand from our blanket to the bridge/walkway, without any real conscious awareness, until and when we arrived and placed our feet upon the walkway, our garments changed from street wear to traditional clothing prepared from sacred white buffalo hide and put together with purity of sacred love. Considering the sacredness and of our outfits, no paint, ornaments, quills, or beadwork the Sacred Ones allowed. Anything besides the purity of sacred white buffalo hide would take away from the purity of spirits sacred meaning. This visitation was neither dreams, nor imaginations, nor holographic visions between realms, but real with all our senses active and in tune with our sacred environment and sacred oneness.

After completion of our transformation, the Chiefs instructed us to ride, between them, to the exact center. Once we stood between and in the exact center of the twelve Chiefs, the bridge/walkway begins its return journey to what they called the Sacred Ceremonial Heart. Dazed and surprised by the presentation of major spiritual connection with the Sacred One, Chiefs and Guardians, we soon realized they were the choreographers of our life journey to made sure two (hearts, spirits, and minds) traveled as one for more than six months. What an awakening to understand the sacred reasons for directing us to this place, void of everyone else, to begin a new lifetime eternal.

Once we completed the amazing journey that required we stand in the presence of the real Sacred Ones and the Highest of High Sacred Light Eternal. Reality of truth, when in realm or presence of the sacred light there are no shadows. At the end of the ceremony, we took a second journey between the twelve Chiefs, on the bridge/walkway. What a sudden reality change when we stepped off, into our material reality . . . on our knees, facing each other, holding hands, with our fingers locked. Waves breaking over, above and/or beyond our heads, and waves breaking ten-yard closer to our blankets: then we discovered an unusual physical anomaly, breathing naturally beneath the water. How, we did this we did not stay there long enough to analysis the why or how, maybe inside a bubble or we knew how to breathe under water, because we did not drown or have water in our lungs.

Completely soaked under, four feet of water passing over our heads—1960 August 4/5—freezing cold, wet, somewhat numb to our environment, or delirious from hypothermia we raced back to our blanket. For some sort of warmth to stop teeth chattering, fast, hard and loud enough to speak, wanting to see if we both experienced, saw, and heard the same thing or something that could explain why we were in the water. Hey, the finale experience on our knees holding hands under water required conformation, to confirm one amazing, unexpected, unique event.

In brief, we established our observation and experiences were the same truths, we would now from this minute on to deal with . . . marriage. We attended a sacred marriage, our marriage, by the decree of the Sacred Ones. They married us to one another sometime during August 4th and 5th. What about all those languages begin relayed at the same instant from the Sacred Father of the Sacred Light Eternal and the Sacred Ones? SunHawk counted more than twenty-five, beside the ten languages he understood and spoke. However, I heard a flow of numerous languages, but could only understand five and spoke only three. Interesting how the Highest of the Highest, our Sacred Father who is the Sacred Light Eternal and the Highest of the Sacred Ones spoke in countless languages, at once.

SunHawk asks:

Do you think it would be alright if your sacred other half and eternal life partner could kiss his sacred eternal other half, since we have been joined in sacred union eternal from which there is no divorce.”

For the very first time in all the months, since our first touch and all our communication, we never shared a kiss until we shared one simple short kiss between blue lips, since we were not warm and need to get into dry clothes.

Good thing SunHawk planned for a few possible (just in case), changes of clothes. However, by this time of evening, we only had our skating outfits to change into. First, prior to a change of clothes, we need to get rid of the salt and sand, which had attached to us. We quickly discovered we were less than warm in a convertible, along the beach, after the sun disappears, but we did not know how to get the top up. Luck was with us, we found an open place with public outdoor showers for swimmers and surfers, and a beach party happening, so we could warm-up, before we found an all-night coffee shop Malibu Pier. Even after we got rid of the sand and salt, we could still smell the scent of salt water, and dead seaweed. We used the showers to rinse the sand and surf off our Levis and tops. Our next priority required we find an all-night coffee shop, and use some soap to change the order of our clothes. However, one of the surfers had laundry soap, which allowed us to wash our clothes.

Next, stop an all-night coffee shop, to review our evening events. We had refused to say anything about anything for a couple of hours until after we had physical comfort, which would allow our consciousness to pull events together. Physical comfort and time, gave us positive conditions to review environment and experience, and the other things we observed and/or interacted with, hopefully to make sense of it all. Two cups of coffee and it was time to discuss the events after we arrived at Paradise Cove.

Demands Time and Presence: In the world of our Heavenly Father, things awaken and moved an avenue for us, when one money tight owner, surprised everyone when he decided to have a Grand Opening Triple Special Weekend. Starting Noon Friday August 4 thru Sunday August 6 until 0030 August 7, each day, jammed packed with triple sessions, and life entertainment each evening from 2000 hours to 0030. Purchase your tickets the first session on Friday August 4 or have someone purchase it for you, you will get a ten percent discount against the cost of nine special sessions. The owner and family’s first and only event of such great magnitude, especially when they hired a live band for the evening sessions, considering the owner and family had received instructive dreams to do this. They made an extra twenty-five-thousand dollars, after expenses. Considering the rink was only open for one session Friday evening and two sessions Saturday from 4 P.M. to mid-night, and no sessions on Sundays, which people took socializing advantage of and meeting new people.

Sacred Guardians played on Elinora’s greed, along with Glen Hunter’s desire to allow Red Sun some time to be free of Elinora. Glen Hunter knew he was only my earthly guardian not biological or adoptive parent, but still he realized I needed some freedom to be a teenager. Elinora was more of a prison warren and slave master, not guardian. Glen Hunter was always struggling against her plan to inflict pain and injury on people. A mother in name only, she lost their daughter by design to make Dark Priestess, first-born lost her lifeblood for others to drink, which someone in the cult revealed long after statute of limitations.

Our sacred guardians’ instructions regarding leap-of-faith arrived a few days prior to SunHawk’s birthday and we saw the banner the day of his birthday. The minute we read the banner announcing a rare three-day triple session . . . The voices of many in unison, “The time has come to take a leap-of-faith. When the reasons for all will appear, we will give you the steps to follow to ensure you can take and fulfill your leap-of-faith. Right now, you two need to consider if you accept our challenge.

To accomplish this requires extra duty for SunHawk and extra housework details for Red Sun. We will help talk Elinora and Glen Hunter into take a Vegas vacation. Use the idea that Elinora will have extra money to spend in Vegas, and possible even win big. Extra money to claim because of no baby-sitter and housekeeper cost. You will be safe if they allow you to do a sleepover during the special with a special friend of twenty-three, who enjoys skating and will watch after Red Sun just the same way Elinora does. This is the beginning of the plan for the three-days of triple sessions, which will help prevent complications; we will give you the rest of the details later.

We continued to enjoy every opportunity and minute together. Late in the evening, once we decided to arrange ways to follow their instruction, we enlisted Susan assistance. Susan was a skating partner of SunHawk and Red’s, in Glendale, whose husband is in Vietnam. Only after, we received instruction, to spend some time together, before SunHawk shipped out. Guardians: SunHawk, you need to find someone who will allow Red Sun and you and to sleepover, ask Susan. Okay, SunHawk put your covert-op training, into action; borrow DO NOT rent, a different car. You two disgust yourselves as the Cheyenne couple that’s Susan’s neighbor. Don’t worry; we will make sure Red Sun’s parents will accept her spending the entire weekend, at the Cheyenne couples place. On your way from base to Susan’s, change your appearance into one long redheaded female. Then when you leave Susan change from (one no hair man) to one with long black braided hair. Coming back use the wig of long, dark hair, suggestive of the Cheyenne couple, who wear their braids, wrapped even when they are skating.

He borrowed a red-wig, from a friend’s wife. Susan purchased the long dark black hair wig and braided to look similar to the Cheyenne neighbor’s hair. Truth, after SunHawk dressed up in female clothes, he made women jealous, especially those that recognized him. Why not, even I was jealous . . . female clothes and the way he applied make-up, SunHawk looked fantastic and incredibly sexy with a lean body, well-shaped long legs, great chest builders, and hairless arms, once he covered his throat, he looked female. The reason for the disguises, his classification, allowable perimeters for leave, Vietnam War, behavior investigations , and soon to be deployed; cast long shadows, over covert-ops and no one could be sure of what might require an emergency call up, travel time from point of leave to Twenty-Nine Palms, meant no more than one-hour. Even the roller rink his handler deemed outside the perimeters, because it was one hour and twelve minutes. Regardless, his handler never mentioned about our time together, yet we suspected/sensed and observed he/we had observers watching us. His handler my biological uncle were one in the same person.

The support team we enlisted had witnessed the sacred electric energy of spiritual lights flowing between. We could be acres apart, in different rooms, across the room in a large crowd, they could still observe the connection flowing, and they knew it was important for us to be together.

Consequently, he left his car inside the perimeter of leave boundaries, which is also, where he normally stayed, when on leave, to cause the observers confusion. (Mouse and Hawk, the hawk needed to hide from the mouse this time.) Red drove him over to Susan, where arrangements by our guardians had insured we had support to borrow a car; actually, we had an offer made to us for the load of a car. The three-night weekend turned into a four nights and five-day weekend, which assisted in the guardians’ plan (sleepover cover) from Thursday night to late Monday afternoon. SunHawk decided Susan could help him look sexy female clothes and she did, she loaned him her clothes.

Friday the four of us headed out to the rink in time to purchase the special early bird weekend passes, with (three-day) discounts and loan them to others to have them time stamped for us each sessions. Friday, we spent all three sessions at the rink, SunHawk changed appearance and disguises during each session, with four wigs, clothing, and one special make-up case: sexy female, gay transvestite, German to SunHawk and back to the German, with language and accent. We needed to see who might be following, if he disappeared. We knew what behavior to watch for; once they assumed he disappeared, or tricked them . . . they would panic. Red and Susan took off to eat, in his car and we rode home with the Cheyenne couple.

[Leap-of-Faith: This was the first time I had ever deceived Glen Hunter, but we had to follow a higher power, before SunHawk receives an assignment overseas and it was important (?) for us to spend some time together. Then the selfish side wanted to spend some special time together, even if it was just one day.]

First Meeting, First Touch, Sacred Connection

Christmas vacation, of 1960, one extraordinary life adventure starts when SunHawk ask his friends to change roller rinks, from Glendale to San Fernando, since it was now wooden floors, he wanted to tryout, for an evening. Friends had been talking about the only completely remodeled and enlarged roller rink, in Southern California. This was the first time at this roller rink, since they always skated at Glendale’s roller rink. The new floor was great for speed and various specialty programs for skilled skaters. Fantastic for speed and backwards skating, and a good portion of each evening the owner programmed for specialty skating, which make for enjoyable and interesting evenings, from free styles dance programs, along with couple dance programs, and several backward styles. SunHawk in Glendale and Red Sun in San Fernando both enjoyed skating Friday nights and Saturday afternoon and evenings for several years.

Normally, over ninety-six-percent of the time my friends and I arrived for the early bird sessions and stayed until the rink closed. Unfortunately, this time we arrived late and had to pay double. Our third time in three years, we missed the early-bird special, by forty-five minutes. The early bird meant one lower price for both sessions and any other time one has to pay full price for each session. To qualify for the early bird, it was necessary for one to be in line at least ten minutes prior to ticket office opening. Normally we arrived thirty to forty-minutes early, and chat with friends. What really hurt, our friends and an others, were already inside skating, when we climbed out of the car. Late, because of a dysfunctional family’s violent tempers, drunk and demanding to get her way, and it was her time to drive. Her selfish persona left us to find alternate transportation to the rink; a drunken so-called mother became the real reason we were actually over an hour late.

Naturally, I was the last one in line to pay the cashier for the afternoon and evening sessions, when something or someone directed my attention to one interesting, male persona, uniquely dressed buck, already on the floor. A stranger, among hundred-fifty or more skaters on the floor every weekend, each of which we knew by nicknames, if not actual names. We had become a skating community that watched out after each other, and strangers stood out, but this one stood out without question.

Strange, why, would any Indigenous Native Warrior, decide to skate in his/her traditional ceremonial buckskin outfits, which is too traditional for here, considering how fully decorated with beads, hair and quillwork. Looking at his outfit, anyone could tell the danger he was flirting with. I can say what he was doing very dangerous for the skater and anyone skating close around him, with extra-long buckskin trailing on the ground behind him and around him.

Strange, but maybe the owner has a special show planned, can say this is the strangest character. Hey, maybe they have already had the show; time to ask the owner. Both sessions, please, after I slide my money through the hole, in the glass.

“Can you tell me, what you have planned, and what is going to happen tonight with that Indian guy, on the floor skating, in his traditional ceremony buckskin outfit and his braids, below his waist, wrapped in red? Are you planning some sort of a surprise show this evening, with an Indian dancing on roller skates?” The rinks cashier/owner displays, his real sour bad man face, when he wants to appear scary, when he snapped at my statement. “Indian, what Indian guy are you talking about?’ He was not a prejudice person, and most of the time he was a nice teddy bear, however, my words caught him by surprise.

“Out there on the floor, he is a bit over-dressed, for here, in tribal buckskins, unless . . .” Waving my hand towards the one in buckskins. “Right there the one on the floor dressed in brown buckskins, wearing a beaded apron, with his long braids wrapped in red.” The owner looked out on the floor hard and saw nothing so he shrugged his shoulders. I waved again, “Don’t you see him the one out there on the floor; he is not that hard to see?”

No matter how hard the owner and sons looked, they saw no one. Owner/cashier: “If he didn’t come through here how did he get in? I have bouncers, at each entrance and exist. The rink needs cross breezes in here until this place cools down. This was still warm weather in December, now, if someone let him in, they are fired. Unless, you are seeing a vision my wife sees them all the time.”

Their inability to see him and the owner’s abrupt answer caused me to assume, I saw what the Sacred Ones wanted me to see, a person overshadowed in a truth vision; which I realized, once eagle eye, could not ferret out what I observed. Intuition, instinctively gave me the explanation, this is the guardians’ way to a very strange, but effective introduction, and directive of must meet, the only sacred warrior on the floor in buckskins.

One buckskin skater of traditional Native birth and blood, with the appearance of Crazy Horse, on his way to war or a ceremony, if a hundred years earlier. Wearing a full war shirt heavily beaded and fringed, with painted bands on his leggings, and a long beautifully beaded, fringed, loincloth apron, too. The only exception he is wearing roller-skates instead of moccasins, with very long fringe swiping the floor.

Strange how not even my skating friends, cared to know about the dynamics of my life; they neither walked, nor lived by the same spiritual sounds of the sacred drums; nor were any of the girls of the same heritage. They all believed they knew everything they needed to know about Indians from the words of TV Cowboys and narrow-minded TV scripts. Truth, they all believed me strange, except when I spoke what I saw coming or assisting them in life direction and betterment.

Behind the scenes, after hours, behind closed doors, across telephone lines, unknowingly, I had in secret, become the peer counselor to countless students and their friends. No one would admit when he/she took my advice, they said nothing when things worked or not for them; which are among other reasons, is why their words only make me laugh. Even when I seek and answer from them, many times, they unknowingly provide the answers, not by what they say, but the absence of words, along with blank stares, expressed their real story.

Their blank stares, said they thought me crazy, when I asked them, if they saw the Indian in buckskins on the floor. “What is happening now, Red Sun, have you lost your mind? We have always considered you strange, but now we know for sure U…R strange. We would have noticed some idiot dressed like that here in the rink. Come girlfriends lets go skate and leave Red Sun to her imaginary Indian.” Off they skated making hand jesters of she is screwy in the head, pointing back to me, and laughing.

Guardians’ whispers touch my heart and ears:

Red Sun hear me my girl, you saw and a male warrior surrounded by light energy, revealing the wisdom and truth from your Father. No one else on the floor, including those close to him—witness what you experience. Does that tell you something? Remember, you are seeing a message from your Sacred Father. Remember, a few of your other experiences with sacred and/r spiritual energy patterns. Reach out with you heart and allow it to experience his sacred spirit.

Analysis your conscious memory and remember what we have been telling you: The one you are to marry, you will know him, when your eyes see beyond normal sight. Remember you will know him when you see him. When your spirit is awake and you cannot shake the visual of whom you are to meet. Then you will know him.

The Sacred Father told you, your true grandfathers bonded you to one another along before you arrived here. The one you marry is a Sacred Native Spiritual Medicine Warrior, a traditional native of the Red Nation; you cannot marry any other nationality. The one you join Sacred Union, we will summons you stand before me. No other so-called marriage will I accept, except the one I approve.

Question: Is not the one dressed in traditional buckskins dress, our introduction to sacred truths? Why else would guardians and the Great Spirit command your attention to a spiritual medicine warrior, of sacred guardian status? The one who is appearance is so close to that of Crazy Horse, he could be Crazy Horse.

Mental projection to from me to my Guardians:

Consciousness demonstrates an ego out of balance: What does this mean; we are not on the same spiritual level of sacred medicine power? Few have such skills and I am not one is he a sacred medicine man, to be?

Guardians in unison:

Red Sun, YOU are the daughter of . . . . You must make connection with him, only then will you understand.

What secret; I am the daughter of whom? Why did another stop you in midstream? You used the same strong matter of fact tones when you speak of our connection to the Elders, the ones who arranged our sacred union long ago. You tell me to go up to him and talk; he has been waiting for you, too (?). Explain your reasons, and the fathers’ spiritual reasons, for blindsiding both of us. Explain, please, whose reasons behind the whys, of and because of . . . all the pressure? Why are you demonstrating such urgency, of importance towards our meeting?

Surprise, Red Sun, plans change, time demands urgent connection, it is important for two-halves to become whole. Separate you are only half, and not as powerful, combined you two are a whole. One without the other one works, at full abilities or capacity.

Okay, guardians, but that still misses the mark. True, no one can deny his powerful presence. Yet, you know me, and you ask me to cheapen myself and speak with him, first? Wait . . . explain . . . . What do you mean I have been waiting for? I have not been waiting for anyone. Look at me I am just fourteen, extremely shy, and you expect me to start talking with/to him. You are telling my serious plans to become a nun, is changing. Finished lacing my skates and putting my things in a locker, it is time to go out on the floor and rehashed a number of visions, and communications prior to today’s events and analyzed how they might fit in with today’s observations.

Fine, grandfathers, you know my position, if a male chooses not to speak first, I choice not to speak with him, just because of the way boys are when a girl speaks first. There is only one other time I might make an exception, if their life is endanger, or they need help, which gives me the obligation to talk with them, without suggesting, I am flirting with them. Even then, they must make it obvious; they need and want my help. Besides guardians, if we are to meet–then our guardians—need to make something happen, as to how, when and where we meet. This problem, I will leave up to you.

Red Sun, do you understand the term, test the waters . . . This is what you are doing now. The plans of the Sacred Ones and Elders’ are important to many. You challenge us to make it happen, do you promise not to fight us and follow our instruction regarding you two? If we make it happen, will you accept the Sacred Elders will?

Reply became more than a little curt to the guardians and sacred elders: Yes, YES, I will accept the

Sacred Ones will and follow your instructions, if . . . . Conscious awareness clicks in . . . Wait a minute, review time before I say another word. Mind begins to rapid review over-and-over, various events, and conversations, not paying attention to floor conditions, or skating style or that the music had stopped.

Thoughts scream, I did it again, I just fell into their trap; they know how and when to extract my word, and make it my bond. Ouch, I did, I failed to realize their tricky ambiguity of double meanings to their intentions. Since what I assume, they mean, instead of what they are actually saying. What type of multiple implications, twisted in their words have I agreed to accept . . . this time?

During the evening, the warrior and I continued watching each other; interesting how he was always seemed to be close by, neither speaking, nor touching, just observing, and both unsure about . . . how to approach one or the other. Then three-fourths through the second and last session of the evening, the DJ called a backward specialty hour, with only skilled skaters on the floor, everyone else off the floor: which meant half or more of the skaters, would have to get off the floor. Considering many were still unsure of the floor and others not able to stand up (backward skating) aka Rexxing. When I looked around all of my so-called friends, cleared the floor, and went to gossip, and this becomes the night that ends our friendship too. None had said a word to me since they implied I was crazy for seeing a warrior, six hours earlier.

Approximately twenty minutes before the Rexxing session ended, which was also the last session for the evening, a series of events occurred, which in retrospect felt staged, to bring two halves in contact with their other-half, or eternal life partner, in an honorable way. Backward in motion, I looked behind me forward, only to discover SunHawk, weaving in and out, between and around skaters, closing in fast, with only a couple of skaters separating us . . . . Heart pounding in my ears, watching SunHawk’s glowing face looking straight at me, I began to pray: Somehow, some way, if we are going to meet, make something happen, now, or forget trying to bring us together and I will be able to become a nun. What I did not hear or recognize, behind me from that point on, was the sound of bodies slapping the floor and falling over each other, a twenty-eight body pile up, with more to drop.

Our pray projections can receive fast answers: Each answer came filled with many plays on emotions and psychic phenomenon. Continuous thoughts about the other began to overpower our every thought. Guardians’ refusal to let up clouded our reasoning and judgment. Looks we transmitted between each other, continued to grow and became more involved, than either had experienced, prior. Distractions, creates a strong loss of focus towards blinding conscious recognition of environments, beyond one to the other. Distraction overrides and disconnects alertness; which also jammed our radar.

Skater’s radar is important, for it can help one sidestep injuries and major entanglements. Jammed radar and pride, can lead to some real injuries, to ones pride. There is great truth in pride cometh before the fall; and we just knew, without a doubt, we could handle anything. We failed to pay attention to our current environment: which then quickly drops two arrogant skaters on skaters, with a little help. Neither of us had fallen, at any rink in over eighteen months, which had become part of our mystique, to others. In truth, it had become easy to feed into skaters’ mighty egos called arrogance.

First one tapped to lose her arrogance, Red Sun, then SunHawk was tapped to lost his, too; considering more than thirty bodies flopped, plopped and dropped, and within three or four seconds, creating a huge pile up behind and under both of us. The accident goes beyond a quick fall and pop-up, which is embarrassment enough, but this time it required untangling many bodies. Truth, our eternal spirits recognized, that which we were missing, and they become determined to reconnect.

Our Excuse to all our friends afterwards: Spiritual lessons came to teach us a few good lessons about humility; besides the strange and painful things can happen once one drops ones alertness radar. We still needed to get use to the new floor, since this was the first night of the redesigned and renovated rink. The music vibration piped in under this new wood floor has a learning curve. (Not sure many believed us, since we had been skating all night.) We have not learned the different sounds and feelings of people slapping this new floor, beyond the music. What’s more, the accident happened to close to react, (definition: not enough time for sensory perception to react and get us out of the incident). After all, the accident did not happen far enough from us to give us the opportunity to bypass or jump over, without doing serious harm to others and self, as well. In truth, it is better to drop and plop than to require an ambulance or other medical care. (Okay so it sounded good at the time and no one was going to believe the truth.)

Secret trickster deployment: Who would believe this was an orchestrated (drop and plop) with so many on the floor, because the warrior, saw he sworn warrior woman bride, in many visions. (The drop and plop skater, I would soon discover, arrived in the same car with the warrior. Plop and drop, a well-known trick skater, at his skating rink in Glendale. Coupled with the fact he was one of the warrior’s four longtime friends, I was to meet.)

Military tactics included strange maneuvering, while guardians assist with plot intervention, by redeploying behavior of three skaters in close quarter action, which presented two warrior/skaters, with no options. Guardians calculated our collision: for full body contact, accepting each other’s hand, linking eternal spirits, turning two-halves into a whole: which means bonding of our sacred eternal lives and eternal spirits.

Question: Why, what is so important for one sacred warrior and this Red Sun, to come together and join our lives in sacred lives union? “Bum Luck, the floor requires one to preform new calculations and modifications for adjusting to the rinks new environment, thus no one else felt bad about falling a few times, this evening.

Interesting sensation of bodies tangled up, invited the thought of, so this is what a football carrier experiences, when toppled, trapped and trampled, at once, from all directions, below and above, with nowhere to go and unable to move. The warrior’s trap of drop and plop, ended up heels overhead on the one he needed to meet. Interesting, how trapped this Red Sun, actually became until the warrior gets up and blocks other from falling over across either of us. Hand stretched, smile reflects life, and eyes summons connection.

“Oh hello, do you enjoy being down there or would you accept my hand?” Two hands touch, for the very first time, and the universe sings, wonderful powerful sounds, energy amplifies, enlightens, and stimulates recognition of spiritual love, connection, and eternal oneness. Universe awakens and embraces us once our hands touch; our life it turned into a sacred connection before our eyes connect. The connection becomes so strong, the energy floats my body upwards to stand before the warrior, for we realized we were spiritually connected. Once our eyes connect we come unsure of where this transformation decides to transport us, either/or some place inside or beyond the roller rink, maybe some place within the spiritual universe. Aho, what a marvelous lesson, once we returned to our current environment; we began to assume this our greatest spiritual interactions, we might every experience.

Spirits sacred touch, bounces several times passing back and forth through connected hands to our feet, up though our heads, then crossing between our hands and doing the same bounce and each time getting stronger. The energy of spiritual union, races across our hands and throughout our physical and spiritual beings, four times, which to connect eternal spirits to physical souls. While the very same moment, this sacred energy reaches far into the sacred universe defining physical/spiritual interpretation: which bonds our eternal hearts, one to another.

Linking spiritual energies with life eternal: two bodies, two spirits, and two minds, that think as one but separate. Turning two hearts into a whole, which linked us in a higher spiritual manner: Life truths, neither spiritually nor logically appreciated the purpose or reasoning behind the sacred touch for a couple of weeks. We still questioned why the urgency, since we failed to understand, until sometime later, considering their time reflections of life and time our different from ours.

Once the rapid magnetic flow of the energy finished our spiritual connection, we regained our ability to move and talk. “Hi, my name is SunHawk.” “Okay, my name is Red Sun.” We continued to stand in place hand-in-hand until one of SunHawk’s friends suggests, we start skating or get off the floor. SunHawk, “Luck of the drop and plop, gave a special couple, skating the opportunity to finally meet the last ten minutes, before closing, why are you dress in white buckskins. The world seems right, as if we have always been together.”

We failed to recognize our spiritual bond, meant something far greater, than two persons joining hands, their first time. Nonetheless, knowing our guides and guardians we would soon understand all the reasons of why and what really happened between us, as some time in the future, in their time not ours Six months later, we finally, experience the why behind the words of . . . (you two need to meet now, this night, not some future day in time). Six months, and a couple of days later, during our short courtship, the guardians slowly unfold their what-for and whys of sacred importance. Universal connection began prior to our way of speaking, and our eternal life connection began the moment our hands touched, in an amazing way, we were flooded with universal life force energy.

Across the same short six months, give or take a few days, we became hard fast wonderful spiritual strong friends, not lovers. While we both continued to probe for answers to our questions: beginning with spiritual whys for and to: our amazing universal sight beyond sight connections, and the secrets behind the Sacred Ones determinations. In addition to our newly enhanced consciousness; new spirit-to-spirit with each other and our sacred guardian connections, filled with many newly acquired gifts. Unique spiritual medicine warrior connection, which supplies sacred powers to awaken and strengthen past, present and multi-skills connected to our traditional/cultural and spiritual lifestyles. It is hard to say if our touch provided the increase source of energy to enrich our life forces or did we connect with the spiritual ones or did we give to and receive said gifts from each other or a combination of eternal spirit and sacred universal energy.

Our time together was limited, to only a few days each month, since his classification was covert operative. The other obstacle SunHawk a few months shy of twenty-one, and I was always six and a quarter years younger. For this reason, we felt it was wise not to kiss or touch hands except during skating couples. After the first night, we assumed we understood what the Sacred Ones and the Great Spirit decreed. We had to face a few problems, considering our social norms, spiritual standards, government laws, differ from universal laws and standards were definitely two different viewpoints and standards.

The decrees’ of Sacred Ones, objectives and directives combined with traditional cultures are many times in direct opposition to 1960 laws and opinions of both church and state and seems to be growing farther apart. It is hard for anyone involved in dogma church to state and state to church to accept honest, sacred, spiritual decrees. To them only the Pope or Leaders of Churches can speak with and receive visions and instructions from the Sacred Father, Saints, and/or Sacred Ones. Those who have the gift of spiritual awareness and do live their lives in a traditional/spiritual/cultural ways of the Indigenous Red Natives can understand and accept the directives and assignments given them by the Sacred Ones, since there is no real veil that blocks are reception.

Years prior to 1960 until current day: social norms, religious standards, social structure, and laws have taken on the conditions similar to crossing the Great Divide and the Grand Canyon. This same struggle is what we realized we were up against, forcing us to walk several different and dangerous paths between spiritual culture and other social and political standards—not an easy journey to accept and travel.

Sacred Decree for/to Sacred Spiritual Medicine Warriors to walk many paths and no matter how many paths, these two via an accident by design, in a sacred way, become two-eternal spirits united. SunHawk’s military career a must, for reasons, the sacred elders of the tribe, medicine elders of the tribes, received from the Sacred Father, Great Spirit aka Holiest of the Holiest, the Sacred Ones and Archangels aka Highest of the Highest Chiefs had defined our futures we had to meet and get to know each other. Our futures, defined sacred spiritual medicine warrior, and teacher: Once this happened, our guardians never let up, making sure they continued with the bonding. We lived in three worlds for years, through each other’s eyes, keeping our spirits in continual contact. All senses enhanced our sensory experiences on all levels of sight, sound, and thought, daily activities, even down to sensing temperatures (internal and external) of the other not by choice, we even sat in on and experienced each other’s classes and activities.

Our lives aka basic mental and spiritual universes traveled together daily, our interactions combined cultures, energies and awareness of the others life lessons; in addition to our spiritual teachings and sacred wisdom. We learned the sacred rules of living from lessons the other learned and/or experienced, which enhanced our understanding. What we found astounding came by way of our physical/spiritual closeness; neither space nor togetherness, we need not touch, have eye contact, or verbal communication, what really mattered our spiritual oneness, for this had become our time of universal and eternal bonding.

The physics behind the activation of SunHawk and Red Sun’s eternal infusion, connection and blending of sacred eternal spirits, began with verification of spirits by transmitting spiritual energy. Love at first touch unified and established awareness of our true universal connection. This empowered the rest of our guardians to choreograph, maneuver, and orchestrate events to ensure a strong union.

Darn we even slept together, in spirit, long before we slept together in physically. Our union of sacred life forces provided added strength, on all levels, including spiritual eyes to our hearts and minds. In the times of emergency or in times of necessity, we came together, as one heart, one mind, one spirit. We received a sacred talent to combine our spiritual and physical strengths and spiritual abilities; which then energized and quickly activated and connected our active interaction within the spiritual world of our relations and guardians for even more support and guidance.

The first event and the subsequence events that followed, created many questions about the purpose of our spiritual connection, along with what next? What range of assignments and objectives did our guardians receive to assist with training activities? Even more interesting, how they arranged various events so we could meet, and spend time together. They instructed on how they wanted us to handle our activities, they even went so far as to set dates, times, and places for our meetings.

They directed our life on numerous levels to make sure we continually strengthen our universal, cultural, spiritual, and personal bonding with each other and spirit. We felt akin to undertaking a major assignment, or some part of a very important project, for whatever reason or reasons condition lied before us. It did not take us long to realized the first and all the corresponding action involved countless futures.

Guardians ran interference, with two personalities involving a unique balancing act to guard against and prevent trouble. Sometimes, what creates trouble here is not in harmony with what His Our Heavenly Father decrees; however, if we were careless everything including SunHawk could be in jeopardy, beginning with a court-martial for even speaking with Red Sun, a minor, more than once or twice.

Due to countless consequences, we would always meet at the roller rink or SunHawk would come to my home and we would talk to each other, with a wall between us. Beside an open window, faces, and forms, hidden behind silk drapes and evergreens, which became the lines we refused to cross thus we prevented pictures that could put us together. . . . In this manner, we hoped to prevent compromising pictures, because spiritual connection and mortal connection are on different levels, and our eyes or hands never touched beyond the roller rink, leaving others in a position they could only surmise. Especially, behind bushes, between sheer drapes,

Nevertheless, one would think the military our biggest concern, one would think . . . . The biggest challenge of all came from one more dangerous and more deceitful to any and everyone around her, she could/would blackmail or destroy: One extremely demonic, grandiose, narcissist, sociopath, who for a couple of decades continued to practice the darkest of the dark arts, thus one so dangerous no one dared trust. The deceiver sold her eternal life and soul to the Devil; she had since anyone could remember worshipped Satan, and killed her first born to become his bride and goddess. The one, who falsely declared, she was my mother, considering I was not her natural, foster, or adoptive child, not even a mother in name only or behavior. The child Red Sun she receives big money for holding me secretly under her roof.

Her hatred for Red Sun her charge who is a burden, the girl child she catergoizes in the same catergory with girl child she gave birth to, and killed so she could become a Goddess in her Neo-Nazi Devil Cult. Twist in her mind convinced her, any child in her live, robs her of her youth and sexual appeal, then she needed to sleep with men to sustain her sexually appeal and appearance, since she was a psychic vampire, too. The same demonic believes furnished her with the utmost of pleasures, in inflecting pain and injuries. Thus, Elinora’s dark believes gave her permission to do everything possible to destroy Red Sun. Especially, when she perceived she could inflict on the eternal lives of many (material/spiritual) suffering injuries. Destruction of one could actually create cascades of countless effects against generations of individuals and families and undermine the social of many nations.

Hard to understand why Elinora stood-up very tall when she declared, “I am the original, most destructive and dangerous Bad Seed and the spawn of Satan.” Pain and suffering she declared beautiful and thought nothing about holding a knife to someone’s throat to get what she desired. Destruction, via a creative combination of blackmail, corruption, and destabilization, in addition to mutilation of personal and collective believe systems, spiritual concepts, spirituality, philosophy, intellectual intelligence, and psychological. She enjoyed her two main targets Hunter, and Red Sun, which bleed out into the community and helped harm and/or destroy many communities.

Elinora’s harsh reality and greatest love walked in the realm of darkness, what increased her dark powers, came in the form of denigration, humiliation, and ruination of others, (families, lives, souls, and futures,) however, her greatest strength came when she caused death. Darkness feeds on the pain and suffering or others, which she feed on and gained demonic energy. Once someone has turned to the darkness they cannot receive life regenerating spiritual energies, which continually causes a demonic drive create the type of energies can feed on conflicts, pain, sufferings, rapes, killings, and/or the destruction of innocent life force energies and the flowing blood of others.

Elinora continually needed new victims and the pain of suffering on children helped keep her strong, while the more pain and confusion she inflicted on her male victims the more sexually aroused and perverted her passions and pleasures grew. She loved robbing people of their love and innocence; thus her desires and passions, translated into raised levels of demonic behavior and destruction. For years, her greatest pleasure was destruction of people by the use of half-truths, mind games, play on words, and doing everything possible to inflict psychological pain, while she tried to get Red Sun to travel on her level.

If Elinora could destroy Red Sun’s happiness, she could reveal in her satanic persona, twisted figures, which included her aura of demonic dark attraction passions, combined with a tongue of many serpents, and eyes of red, the entire time her dark spirit dances one of many short-lived victory. Now you understand why our guardians had to work overtime to deflect demonic interference. Nevertheless, the Sacred Ones had plans and they were not going to accept or permit her to get in the ways of their plans. This time the Universe’s plans were too important for the forces of darkness to get in their way.

The more Elinora could find ways to destroy Red Sun’s happiness, life or future, the greater her demonic happiness. The more destruction of lives, personal, and conditional the more Elinora could upgrade her satanic status, thus increasing her demonic power and influence. In her twisted way of thinking, she worshiped her God Satan, for he has all the power not the Sacred Ones. She worshipped the demonic powers, she received, and his influences over her behavior made all things in her life possible, if she disrupted, destroyed, and robbed people of their happiness and life. Remember, the psychic vampire, needs to continue to rob people of their live and life force energies, once she caused people heartaches or undermine their happiness she gained power and energy for a while, but she was always on the hurt, to keep her youth and energy.

She loved the dark side so much she killed for the demons, and was always trying to get me to follow her. She figured her greatest power came from her demonic lover and husband, Satan. Her aura of demonic dark attraction passions, combined with a tongue of many serpents, and eyes of red, the entire time her dark spirit dances one of many short-lived victory, proved countless challenges. Now you understand why our guardians had to work overtime to deflect demonic interference. Nevertheless, the Sacred Ones had plans and they were not going to accept or permit her to get in the ways of their plans. This time the Universe’s plans were too important for the forces of darkness to get in their way.